"RAVENSON, you'll handle the Hollow," Lucson said, already moving toward the door with the kind of authority that suggested he'd never needed to ask permission for anything in his life. "Mason, check your sources in the underground networks. Carson, work your contacts in the chaos sectors."
"And what will you be doing?" Mason asked.
"Following a different lead." Lucson paused at the threshold, turning back to survey the room. His light gray eyes settled on Mailah with calculating precision. "You're coming with me."
It wasn't a question.
Mailah blinked. "I—what?"
"You volunteered to help," Lucson said, his voice carrying that particular quality that made disagreement feel somehow churlish. "This is you helping."
